[Verse 1: Wale]

Standing on the couches, her man is out of towning

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

Not into diamonds I'm shining just to get geechied out

When it get too cute I say "cool," I just let Miss Reesy know

Magic City, a stack for the fattest asses

My Black Bentley is rented, right now I'm stackin

This is my passion, I'm out Atlanta, smashing some action

And it's not just talk, when I get to the box I'm as dashing like Cassius

For the nights I was suffering, bought a condo in Buckhead

Like a condom that's scuffed up, I'm the wrong one to fuck with

Love it, they need it, the illest young'un to speak it

It's really something about me that make hot emcees go anemic

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

2 chains, I got 2 bitches

Watch me put it all together just like 2 Swishers

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

If you don't like it, hope you got your tool wit' ya

I'm an eskimo, nigga, I got cold bars

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Had to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

Then I switched the grill on the Chevy, got a nose job

Wet lips on the rims: I call em "blow job"

If they ain't getting money tell em "go rob"

Yea I'm ballin' hard like a globetrotter

Now I got em on they toes cause my flow hotter

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]

I'm balling bitch: globetrotter

If that pussy good, I tell that bitch "Let's go shopping"

These shoes right here ain't come from Foot Locker

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

3 cell phones and still I won't call a bitch

I like mine with no pork in it, want a meal with no fork in it

Outfit, I ordered it and I'm the shit? Where your toilet at?

I hope you recorded that, Too short, I'm born to mack

Too dope, two cups, this codeine not cognac

Come close, catch a contact, I got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Got your girl in my condo poppin and ain't no way you're gonna stop it

Hard top, I'm gonna drop it, when I drop the top, she drops her ass

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

In a muscle car and I'm smoking on a muscle bag

And I come through your window just like I'm Bruh Man

[Verse 4: Wale]

Paper chasin', paper chasin', MMG I'm paper chasin

Take you where you can't see black by K-Ci forever my lady

DMV, we on bitch

Recently they been on me

People speak and I be appalled like I'm 3 a guard from New Orleans

Hold up, couple rollers

Got a Nouveau and some Moet

And I bet that you gon love me

I respect that you don't know yet

That Moschino shit is so back

When I'm seen in that, they gon snatch

We don't care if niggas locked out

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Yea one for where my Lil nigga Mo at

Southwest where a little nigga zone at

MLK where my nigga G at

Now I’m liable to be where da weed at

Like they not gon' stare

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Bunch of whores, lightning 4's

See my Jordans spark, you ain't got no Airs

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]

I'm balling bitch: globetrotter

If that pussy good, I tell that bitch "Let's go shopping"

These shoes right here ain't come from Foot Locker

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars